jan ejsymontt

Clover in the Hospital Grounds

The Clover grows without a care
Soft, three leaves and whitened bloom.
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A scented look
A sleep-filled touch
A soft-centered sigh
Wrapped within the arms of ripened tenderness
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One Week

Pure energy fuses the soul
Flying high screaming through the skies
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Virtual Man

He reads me a poem.
High coco content chocolate
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A smile, a tear, a whispered word
A secret unremembered
Thrown back laughter at forgotten rivalries
The blessing of my middle years
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Looking for dolphins out in the blue
Searching the pebbles for funny faces
Dent in my cheek from hugging my tree
These are the things I love.
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In one quixotic moment falling
Drawing down the stars into a heart quickened
Failing to stop, rushing into the storm
A blinded mirror of hope
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A rippling shiver of attention
to the fragile silver thread.
Guideline to the ethereal kite
That rolls on unseen energies.
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Bevanda sun she braves a peek
And blows unabashed air kisses on
An Adriatic breeze, a softened smile.
The almost-over October tastes of good,
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